Lex wakes up with Clark wrapped around him. It's not something he's completely comfortable with but the soft snuffling breaths against his neck make it worth it. He always wakes last. Lex waits for the smile to curve against his skin. For the soft kiss pressed into his throat.
For Clark to take his hand, linking their fingers together, delivering a blinding sense of safety he'd never experienced before this boy. He often questions his sanity. Wonders how he let Clark under his skin so quickly. But moments like this, with Clark's hand in his, nothing could feel more right.